Target 14
Finally! I hope you guys like this episode. Sorry it took so long to put it together. Many thanks to those who still review and follow this story. It was not easy. Keeping the continuity of the story and the characters. And I hope I didn't screw up. My boyfriend helped me improve my grammar as best as he could. After a lot of consideration, I decided to make Haru a guy. I think it makes sense… in my opinion at least. I hope you guys don't hate it since the personality should be very close to the original.
I don't own Reborn or any of its characters.
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Iemitsu hung up and put the phone down on the table. He tapped his fingers a couple of times and stretched before standing up. He didn't have time to deal with this right now. There were too many issues to deal with at Italy right now. It had come to their attention that somebody in the family was moving drugs around. Something that was completely unacceptable under Vongola the ninth's command and the biggest priority on his list. The cops had started their investigation and it was imperative that CEDEF find the culprits before the police did to prevent a scandal.
There were also the rumors that the Vito family was involved in the human trafficking of the Roma children. This one was more complicated, since the main perpetrators where not from Italy and have been ruthless and where very good at hiding themselves. The Varia would need to take care of that.
And finally, there was the breakout from the Vendicare prison. It had not gone unnoticed of course, such an act had not happened in over a century. The Vindice were, unsurprisingly, keeping everything to themselves. At the very least they had revealed the names of those who have escape. They were all extremely dangerous, known in the underworld for their peculiar assassination methods or for their terrorist acts. But it was one name in particular that worry Iemitsu the most; Rokudo Mukuro.
He was considered the mastermind behind the breakout and one of the most dangerous men in the mafia world. The man who had single handedly eliminated one of the strongest mafia families in northern Italy, the same family that took him in and treated him as one of their own.
He was somebody to watch out for and it worried Iemitsu that they had all disappeared so easily from Italy, that even the Vindice were unable to find them.
He paced around his office trying to decide the best way to deal with his daughter and how to buy himself some time. Coming to a conclusion, he decided to make a couple of phone calls. To the Bovino family, for they had the best person to keep his daughter occupied and then to the Cavallone. For who was better to persuade his daughter than someone who had been through a similar experience.
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Monday morning found Tsunako regretting what she had done the night before. She couldn't even look at her mom without feeling like a villain; which was completely unfair, since that role belonged solely to her father. But still, she couldn't help but feel that this new found courage of hers would ultimately bring her downfall. She felt wretched much to Reborn's annoyance. She didn't feel like going to school; if anything she didn't even want to get out of bed, but Reborn, the pest that he was, literally kicked her out of her bed and pestered her all morning until she got ready.
"That damn Reborn!" Tsunako said angrily outside her house. She huffed and started to walk when she heard the yelling.
"I'm asking you, what the hell you are you doing here?"
"Now, now Gokudera. There's nothing wrong with all of us walking together. It'll be fun." Yamamoto said happily.
"Fun my ass!"
Tsunako sighed. It occurred to her that this would most likely become an ongoing thing and resigned herself to playing the middle man, or woman as it was. But she was so tired right now, she barely slept last night and was definitely not in the mood to deal with Gokudera's temper. It was better to intervene before Gokudera started pulling out his dynamite.
"Good morning, Gokudera-kun, Yamamoto what a surprise."
"Good morning Tenth!"
"Yo! Morning!"
Tsunako looked between the two boys. Gokudera had a sour face while Yamamoto didn't seem to care at all. She sighed again, "well, I guess we should go now." She said flatly and started to walk, knowing that the two teenagers would follow. The two boys looked at each other, surprised at her lack of enthusiasm and Gokudera's internal alarm regarding his beloved tenth went off and was about to ask what was wrong, when he was beaten by Yamamoto.
"Oi, Tsuna-chan, you ok?"
"You idiot!" Gokudera was simmering, but seeing the girl so tired and in such depressed mood curbed his temper somewhat. "Tenth are you well? Did something happen?"
Tsunako wanted to talk to Gokudera, but it had to wait until they were alone. She couldn't say anything about the mafia in front of Yamamoto.
"I-Im ok. I just had trouble falling sleep."
"I hope it wasn't because you were up studying," asked Yamamoto.
"Eh?" Tsunako asked confused.
"I don't want to be by myself in detention for not doing my homework." Yamamoto said sheepishly and bumped Tsunako lightly. Gokudera was seeing red.
"Ah crap! I totally forgot!" Tsunako yelled.
"Tenth, don't worry; I'll let you copy mine!" Gokudera said a little bit too loud, immensely happy that he could help.
"Thank you Gokudera-kun!"
"Oh, can I do it too."
"You dunce, like hell I'll let you!"
Tsunako smiled a little. She was lucky, really lucky to have such good friends; despite their antics.
"Ah, Gokudera-kun. Can you please let Yamamoto copy it too?"
Like usual, Gokudera couldn't say no. "Of course tenth!" Tsunako could almost see him with dog ears and tail, wagging happily for his master.
Meanwhile, a couple of blocks away…
Miura Haruhito was an odd teenager, considering his name and family. The son of two university professors and a student of Midori middle school; an elite school known for having one of the hardest entrance exams. He was enthusiastic, to put it mildly. He had a habit of getting easily excited and distracted. He loves cosplaying, but not your usual otaku cosplay. He also has a disturbing love for anything small and cute. And right now, in front of his window, there it was, the cutest baby he had ever seen.
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Despite her depressing mood, school turned out to be a good distraction for Tsunako. Seeing her friends made her feel better, even if she could not talk to them about her problems. Lunch was also different today. Somehow, she ended up having lunch with Yamamoto and Gokudera on the school rooftop. It seemed to be a part of Hana's 'get Tsuna and Yamamoto together' plan. Unfortunately the black haired girl had not anticipated Gokudera adding himself to the equation. But she figured that it was still better than nothing.
Walking next to the two boys was still surreal to her. And seeing the jealous looks from the other girls, gave her a small sense of satisfaction. It was also surprising to her how easy it was to talk to them now; especially to Gokudera. She felt a new sort of connection to the silver haired boy after talking to him about the mafia. She also felt a little bit guilty of thinking badly of him at first. But in her defense, he was a very difficult person to get along with.
After school was over, the trio started to make their way home when Tsunako saw Tetsuya Kusakabe walking by himself.
"Eh, you guys. Can you wait here for a second?"
"What's up Tsuna-chan?"
"Tenth?"
"Just hold on please. I gotta give something back."
The two boys looked as the girl made her way to where the older teen was. After a small exchange the girl pull out something from her bag and handed it to the older boy. After more talking and some complicated gestures, the girl made her way back. Her face was beet red.
"O-ok, let's go."
"Ok" Yamamoto decided not to question and followed her. Gokudera wisely said nothing, he would just ask later.
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"I'm home!"
"Tsu-chan, how was school?" Nana asked her daughter while she stirred something in a pot. Tsunako smelled the air and realized that her mother was making curry before she entered the kitchen.
"It was fine. Oh, hey Reborn."
"Fine?" The baby asked, "I wouldn't call copying your homework before class and failing your math quiz as fine."
"Ehh! How did you know?"
"Stupid, I know everything."
"Tsu-chan. You failed your quiz?" Her mom asked sadly.
Tsunako threw murderous looks towards Reborn. "It wasn't a big deal, it was ah, just a, it didn't count at all!"
"It doesn't change the fact that you got a thirty out of one hundred." Reborn shook his head disappointed, while Nana looked sadly at her daughter.
"Aurgh! Reborn, why do you have to say that?"
"Come on, we are going to your room to study."
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"Damn you Reborn! Don't say those things in front of mom."
"Oh? I thought you wanted your mom to know everything." Reborn smirked. Like usual, exploiting anything for his amusement.
"T-that's n-not what I meant… besides… Have you heard anything?"
"Iemitsu said he'll call when he gets here."
Tsunako stared at the baby. "So, when is that?"
"Who knows?"
"That is not helpful at all."
"Tsuna, your dad can't just go and leave his responsibilities so lightly. He'll be here when he can."
With that, the matter was settled, much to Tsunako's annoyance.
A couple of hours later…
Tsunako looked at the paper with extreme concentration. She went over her calculations again, and threw a nervous look at Reborn, who was waiting patiently.
"The answer is th-three?"
"Wrong."
"GYAAA!"
The electric shock went through Tsunako's body and left her twitching for a few seconds.
"Where in the world there's a tutor that electrocutes his student whenever they make a mistake!"
"Right here. This is how I do it."
"That's just wrong!"
"You can't complain. You want an allowance this week?"
"Pfft. At this rate, I won't be alive to even receive one." Tsunako said sulking. She looked outside her window only to find the weirdest thing on the tree outside her room.
"The hell is that?"
"Well, let's review this problem again."
"Oi Reborn, there's a weird thing that looks like a cow!"
Reborn took a quick look and ignored the presence outside the room. "If you subtract this number and add this here…"
"Die Reborn!" The thing yelled before pulling a gun.
